Disclaimer:
Love Hina and Mahou Sensei Negima is the creative property of Ken Akamatsu, who created this wonderful anime/manga series. Shingetsugan Tsukihime and Fate/stay night is the creative property of TYPE-MOON. Anything not attributed to Akamatsu-san or TYPE-MOON belongs to their respective owners, such as references to Cowboy Bebop (the Swordfish II) that is a creation of Sunrise and Shinichiro Watanabe, BLEACH is a creation of Kubo Tite, and vice-versa. This story is written purely just for fun, guys; please for God's sake, don't sue me! I'm just a high school student with too much free time on his hands! On the other hand, any specific author created characters I created for this fic (despite how unoriginal they may be at times) are mine. So without further adieu, let's get on with the show!
The Surgeon General's Warning:
Read at your own risk. Multiple pairings inside folks, with KanaxKei and KanaxNegi, just to name a few! You never know what you're going to get so read on (I might even do some alternative stuff, if you know what I mean).
Blue Blue Glass Moon, Under the Crimson Air
I Wanna Go To A Place...
Chapter 08:
Fallout and Sentiments
A Love Magister Hina Negima! fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards
The reaction was instantaneous and obvious as the students turned away in varying states of disgust, horror, and disbelief. Truly, they could not imagine or believe that such a terrible person --- a monster --- was in their midst. Her goal had been to alienate herself and become the enemy of her entire class; in this she was undoubtedly successful. However, underneath that haughty mask of contempt, her heart stirred against the better judgment of her cold logic.
I succeeded in doing a horrible thing, completely, but it looks like I didn't escape unscathed, Nii-san.
That girl... Why?
No! I can't get soft now. There's still so much more to do. I swear I will have my revenge on that wretched old man, Konoe Konoemon, for dragging me away --- and everything his school stands for!
I was...
I was happy where I was; I had succeeded in finally ignoring the ugliness around me, and living day-by-day without a care.
Just you and I.
You'd understand, wouldn't you, Nii-san?
I hate them.
I hate these --- people.
All of them.
I wish they would all just --- disappear.
Noting that her audience had all melted back into some semblance of normalcy by returning to their desks, she breathed deeply and leapt down onto the floor once more. Already Kanako could hear them whispering amongst each other, a council of war, commiserating why they had the unbelievably bad luck of being landed in the same class as "The Black Demon." It was so, totally, unfair! Ha! Today's trashcan demonstration was but a small taste of things to come. Class 2-A had yet to see the more diabolical plot germinating in her genius mastermind.
"By the way, that was nicely done," whispered a mellifluous voice cordially in her ear.
Whirling about to her right, the raven-haired girl glared daggers at the owner of the voice. She could still feel the sweet heat of their breath biting enticingly upon her tender neck. Somebody had managed to sneak up on her, give her a little scare, and Kanako was not amused in the slightest as she locked eyes with a petite blonde-haired beauty, who wore a smirk upon her bewitching face. Yes, Kanako was definitely not amused.
"Who are you and-" she paused briefly in consideration, "-what do you want?"
"Oh really now, it's quite unnecessary to speak in such a tone with me. It's not like I'm with the local Yakuza around here or some other rabble."
"I've met my fair share Yakuza, for better or worse, and I wager they could afford to send their daughters to such an --- esteemed institution of private education like Mahora Academy."
The petite girl chuckled huskily, raising her limp hand before her mouth in a most aristocratic gesture. "Why, you're certainly full of wit and charm. Amusing; I think I'm starting to like you more and more by the second."
"Name and Purpose."
"Oh yes, how rude of me, fufufufu. Evangeline A.K. McDowell, enchanté."
French? A western foreigner? If that's the case, then her first name's Evangeline... "I'm not certain if I share your pleasure."
"Parles-tu français?"
"I made a note to study the French language, though I lost interest before I could become fluent."
"Ah, such a shame; it's rare to find stimulating conversation around here-"
"I imagine," Kanako cut in sharply with a scowl, "Of course, I have to wonder what a foreign girl like you, who speaks French with the natural confidence of a native speaker, but interestingly has an American or perhaps British last name doing in a place like this?"
"Why, I'm just a humble transfer student."
"Poisoned like 'quicksilver.' You could certainly be a foreign transfer student, but humble you're not. Your Japanese is flawless and you're speaking to the new 'Public Enemy Number One'of the class, as if we were good acquaintances. Don't misunderstand me. Something's not right with this picture, isn't it, Mek-Dowerru-san?"
"Oooo, was that Engrishu? I like that very much."
The raven-haired girl set her hands upon her hips akimbo-style. "Hmph."
"Honestly, I wanted to congratulate you on such a spectacular job. I haven't been this entertained in years, and that little performance was wonderful; in fact, I believe its from an Hindu-Buddhist myth, the Man-bird deity's song. The children singing another great touch. You truly are an artist."
A song? She didn't remember any song.
"Oh, by the way, it's rude not to give your name when someone else has given theirs to you --- after you asked no less."
"You'll know my name soon enough."
"Yes, I'm certain I will, but in the mean time you've succeeded in getting just about every girl in this class to hate your guts --- or fear you. That girl who was bawling her eyes out was Konoe Konoka-"
"Repeat."
"Excuse me?"
"Say it again: Who. Was. That. Girl?"
"Konoe Konoka, the Headmaster's granddaughter." Evangeline raised a brow at the raven-haired girl, questioning if she was in her right mind. "You did know about that minor, little, miniscule, minute detail before you went ahead with this, didn't you?"
Kanako frowned in return. To be honest, she had not expected such a turn of events. "No, but --- this could be useful after all."
"Oh, my dear, dear friend, that child was the sweetest little thing this side of sugar. You just put a huge target on your back by instigating this incident. She's lived a very sheltered life, you know, and is generally quite popular with the students. In fact, she's the Secretary of the Class Committee. The blonde you told off earlier was the Class Representative of Two-A."
'That child'? Why would this girl say something like that? "Hmph, at least I think you're a natural blonde, unlike somebody."
"Fufufufu, aren't you the sprightly thing? I'm sure Iincho-san will be delighted (or apprehensive) of your addition to the class."
"Get to the point, McDowell-san."
"Interesting, your English is perfect, pronunciation and etcetera, spoken tonelessly just like an American."
"Get. To. The. Point."
"Fine, fine, I figured you'd be in need of some conspirators, that's all, even friends if you wish. Fighting an army by yourself is rather tiresome and lonesome. Besides, you've just made my day a very, very happy occasion."
"I don't think I like that look in your eyes."
"You have a vendetta too, don't you? By making Konoka-san cry, you know this will mean only one thing: War."
Kanako scoffed smugly. "A vendetta? Hmph, who said anything about that?"
"Help me, help you, Na-na-shi-chan," Evangeline cooed ethereally, a silky smile on her lips.
On the first full moon to come, the Dark Evangel would make sure that the raven-haired girl joined the ranks of her unknowing pactio partners. It was simply much to rare for her to encounter an individual of such quality that she could not read their passive thoughts with the few latent powers she retained in her human form. If she was in her true form, she could have certainly tried to probe the girl's mental defenses. As it stood, however, her dear little Nameless guarded her thoughts very well indeed.
She liked this insidious, sophisticated human girl; she really did, truly.
"Giving me a pet name already? How impetuous of you."
"Let's be friends. Besides, since you so conveniently decided to rent out my desk for your show, wouldn't you think that would be suitable reparation?"
The mastermind honestly wanted to laugh then, maybe even a little chuckle, but she held her tongue fast with deepening frown. Something about this girl was --- off; she could feel it! Her instincts screamed warning after warning that this beauteous girl-child was dangerous. Perhaps, the enemy of her enemies was not necessarily her friend, after all.
"Hmmm, I'll have to consider it, Evangeline A.K. McDowell-san," said Kanako as she moved to retrieve her satchel. It would be best to retreat for now to gather her thoughts. There was "the War," her disturbing vision, the girl in white, and now --- Evangeline A.K. McDowell; plenty of things to think about, of course. "Maybe you'll receive the answer you desire."
The blonde-haired girl gave a feral grin, flashing her perfect white teeth, as she watched her intriguing Nanashi slip gracefully away into the relative privacy of a corner by the window. "Fair enough, fair enough; I'll be waiting for you..."
...Just don't keep me waiting too long, my dear Nanashi-chan.
Class 2-A.
Negi stared.
Class 2-A.
Negi stared lightly.
Class 2-A.
Negi stared moderately.
Class 2-A.
Negi stared hard.
Class 2-A.
Negi stared harder.
"Umm, Negi, are you okay?" Shizuna prodded with the barest hint of consternation.
The young magician yelped, leaping aside on reflex as he spun to face his newly appointed advisor. "AH! AH! AHHHH-! ...Oh wait, it's only you, Minamoto-san."
Wow, this was certainly a new experience. She had dealt with younger children before in her illustrious career, but Negi Springfield was clearly different from the norm. The fact of the matter was, she did not know whether to be offended or astonished that a ten-year-old would take her so lightly. All she could do was sigh inwardly, bemoaning what a handful the Springfields were; thank the Headmaster that he had assigned Takahata to settling in the elder sister and Negi's best friend. The attractive buxom blonde woman felt she was more than justified handing off such a grievous assignment to the ever-smiling man.
Besides, Nekane Springfield would "magick" the hell out of him before he even got the chance to ask for her number.
"Well, young man, you had me worried for a second there."
"Huh? What was I doing?"
"You were standing there with a very hard look on your face, staring at the I-D plate above for Class Two-A. I wondered if you were having a seizure."
"W-Wha? Minamoto-san?"
"Please, Shizuna-san will do. We're co-workers on the faculty after all, even though I'm technically your minder for the day."
"Seriously?" He sweated.
"Yes, you do realize that's what the Headmaster meant, didn't you?"
"Uhhhh, no --- not really, Mina...I mean, Shizuna-san."
"Oh, don't take it personally, Negi. The Headmaster did this to everyone, including myself, when we were first selected to be a part of this institution. He's very picky on who he signs up, you know. In fact, Konoe-san has been running this school long before you were born."
"You're positive it has nothing to do with my Onee-san, yes? I mean, she was pretty --- well --- violent in there. I never thought I'd see the day Nekane take a wallop to a senior citizen."
Now, it was her turn to sweat. "Weeeeel-ll, your onee-san's quite the protective woman for, I imagine, reasonable causes, yes?"
"Oh, that was nothing, Shizuna-san. You should've seen the time when-"
Hmmm, is it just me? Or is Negi trying to buy time? "Ahem, Negi, don't you have a class to teach?"
"Ah! Why --- uhh, yes. But what about those explosions earlier? Is everything..."
The blonde-haired woman smiled. Now, she was beginning to understand exactly his present intentions. "Negi, you wouldn't happen to be a little nervous by any chance, after your big declaration that you wouldn't fail this test?"
"Umm, actually, I am a --- little bit --- nervous. All of this is so new to me," Negi admitted finally, adjusting his miniature spectacles out of habit. He did not expect to be found out so soon after, but then again, this woman has been doing this job at lot longer than him. Technically, she also had a teaching position from what he could recall vaguely from the faculty orientation, though he did not expect her --- for, well, various reasons --- to end up becoming essentially his guidance counselor too.
"Don't worry about it. You'll do fine, and besides, your friend and your --- ahem --- onee-san will be going through the same thing as you."
"Yeah, you're right! Thanks a lot, Shizuna-san."
"It's been my pleasure, Negi."
"Oh, and --- I'd like to apologize on behalf of my Onee-san."
"Huh?"
"She did give you all a pretty rough time, but I assure you she has only the best of intentions. Her old job, you see, had her quite spun up, so..."
Shizuna giggled, as she held out the student list book given to her by Takahata, the former professor in charge of Class 2-A. "My-my, you're a very thoughtful young man, just like the Headmaster said. Here, you forgot to take this earlier in the middle of the excitement in his office."
"The Headmaster? Oh, uh, thank you," Negi thanked her, accepting the rather important notebook. "What did he say about me?"
"Negi, there's no need to raise the bar of your expectations any higher than they already are by wanting to know what the Headmaster thinks of you. You're a young man of extraordinary quality and extraordinary circumstances, and we're all right behind you, all right?"
"Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support, Shizuna-san."
She nodded, flashing him a maternal smile that set his confidence blazing. In a way, Shizuna Minamoto and his big sister were very much alike one another. They both seemed to know exactly how to make him feel better when he was nervous or was not feeling so confident in himself. "Good. Would you like a few more minutes to review the student list from Takahata-sensei's notebook, Negi?"
"No thanks, Shizuna-san," Negi beamed amiably, tucking the precious notebook deftly into the crook of his arm. "I think we've made the students all waited long enough this morning for classes to start. I'd say we're at least ten minutes behind schedule with all the excitement around here."
"Hmm, I guess you're right. Ready to wing it then, Negi-sensei?"
"Un, let's go, Shizuna-sensei!"
Time to break a leg, old chap, so says the old maxim.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes:
Oh, looks like this is going to be a tough fight for Kanako, but it seems she won't be so alone after all, eh? To all the fellows and gals who've reviewed and/or read thus far, thank you for your time. I'll try my best not to disappoint you guys and make this the best story possible!
I'd like to give a shout out to Mister havenoname one more time for catching my little screw up. To Mister namaru, I'll tell you right now that this is not possession, far from it in fact (nyah-nyah! XD). Kanako wasn't kidding when she said she was going to destroy Mahora Academy and everyone in it. To Mister Reviewer, I really hope you'll get around to reviewing again and be able to finish your train of thought; I'd really like to know what you have to say. To Mister M.Blade, you bet there's more where this came from! And last but not least, to Mister Necromonger, thanks for the kind words.
Remember, I'd love to hear from you readers and I am listening, I assure you. I can still use plenty of pointers and criticism to help improve the story, so don't hesitate to contact me or drop a review.
And so the show must go on! See you guys and gals again in a few days.
But before I go...
Omake!
Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu
What's in a Shinso or True Ancestor?
Okay, since I'm going to bringing in the guns and cannons from a lot of different worlds and universes, and then resynthesizing them altogether, I'll need to bring you folks up to speed (without giving away spoilers, of course) on the jargon and whatnot's of this uber-universe. The term Shinso comes from Type-Moon's Shingetsugan Tsukihime, also known as Tsukihime, or Lunar Legend Tsukihime. A Shinso or True Ancestor is like the equivalent of a first generation vampire from Vampire: The Masquerade, except insanely more powerful and they were literally born as vampires from the beginning.
You see, one distinctive characteristic in particular that really sets them apart from regular vampires or vampires you'll read and/or find in any other work of fiction is that True Ancestors, in this case, are originally the manifestation of Nature and the will of the Earth. True Ancestors were the ultimate beings created to control all life on Earth, but they themselves had a serious flaw inborn into them. For that particular reason, they end up expending much of their mighty powers just trying to suppress that flaw.
I won't say anything else, but I think that ought to give you guys and gals a rough idea of how much more powerful Evangeline is in this uber-universe. XD
Tsudzuku!